mystery guy

Mystery guy

I was riding down a street when 

Cars came I went to stop a van stopped in

Front of me a boys head popped out the passenger seat 

He found my gaze he was wonder who I was

So was I about him our gazes locked I couldn't look away 

I wouldn't have dared to.

When the car drove away he was gone maybe forever.

I'll never forget the mystery guy!

The End

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